It turns out the problem is quite simple. You’ve spent time asking people questions that you need to ask yourself and asking yourself questions that you need to be asking other people. It seems, to you at least, to be a simple binary. Reversible in and of itself just like a car moving forward can be stopped and put in…
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Empty Cases
“Do you remember or has your history forsaken you?” – Saul Williams Ever since you were born you learned how to echo things that were said to you. Even as the words leave your tongue they bear a foreign shape, folding themselves before they break into six pieces of the same thing that was whispered weeks ago. It was a…
Falling
They will tell you the work you are doing is a drop in the ocean. Remind them, that even drops cause ripples. Still somehow conversations have becoming something that we have decided to look at as ways to destroy each other. In a silencing nation we wonder why people don’t speak. Silencing, I have been told is a…
Still
The big black Kenyan man. The big black Kenyan man is The big black Kenyan man is invincible. The big black Kenyanmanis invincible . ThebigblackKenyanmanisinvincible.ThebigblackKenyanmanisinvincibleThebigblackKenyanmanisinvincible.ThebigblackKenyanmanisinvinciblethebigblackKenyanmanisinvincible.hebigblackKenyanmanisinvincibleThebigblackKenyanmanisinvinsibleThebigblackKenyanmanisinvincibleThebigblackKenyanmanisinvincible.ThebigblackKenyanmanisinvincible. And then a word and then a cut and then another. And then pain. And display of pain. Still, it’s okay. It’s a big black Kenyan man. A big black Kenyan man. And the big…
Na hiyo ndio maendeleo…
It would have been a different story if you were this dedicated/obsessed by something more acceptable. Something with a larger promise of stability. Stability, you have been told, is an illusion. Still it becomes an illusion that makes sense. If we create liveable spaces it must be comforting to know that they will exist forever. Even if forever is nothing…
Amalgamation
The idea of kintsukuroi is one that’s held onto you for a very long time. Somehow you imagined that if you held onto it hard enough you’d have enough gold. And they have seen the gold, they long for the gold, but they do not want to talk about the cracks. About the number of times that you have shattered…
You Will See Me
One wonders what happens when black bodies continue to refuse to be unseen. What does it mean to demand visibility in a world that goes out of its way to keep you silent? What does it mean to have your visibility taken away? (What, I wonder, does black excellence mean?) A story is told of David Rudisha going in for the…
Reaching
A coin drops, rolling it begins to gather dust, spinning through behind an old newspaper. The one that you read last night that had the story about the person who did something to get attention and fail. It was a stupid ass thing. You like stupid ass stories, they remind you that you are not crazy. Still, it becomes strange…
A Return
A boy sits in front of a piano. Something sits wrong. Not ready. A boy sits in front of a piano. Eyes trained, their stares burning holes into his mind. Their eyes see his unknowing fingers. A memory fails. A boy sits in front of a piano (this is not about a piano) (this is not about a boy)…
but even this might be too much
Learn your friends. Learn them in intimate ways. Learn how to say their names. Pronounce every vowel in the mirror, rounding your lips at the right curves. Learn the ways they speak, the languages they use to navigate the world. Understand their metaphors. Listen to them in ways they haven’t even heard themselves. Speak with them in their language. Understand…